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It's the same old lady, hanging out her wash |
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Standing in the rain, wearing a mackintosh |
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Same old lady standing in the rain |
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Even the thought of New York was going insane |
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Hey little leaf, lying on the ground |
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Now you're turning slightly brown |
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Why don't you get up on the tree |
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Turn the color green the way you ought to be |
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My mind is failing and my body grows weak |
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My lips won't form the words I speak |
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I'm floating away on a barrel of pain |
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New York City won't see me again |
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The same old man, sitting at the mill |
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The mill turns around of its own free will |
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I'm certainly glad to be home |
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New York City will continue on alone |
